My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 98 Future Partners

Chapter 98 Future Partners

With filming wrapped up, the only sounds left on the Tai Tam Bay set are the shouts of dismantling workers.

"Splash—"

As the hammer fell, the supports of the "mirror maze" collapsed with a crash, and the seaside cliff was gradually restored to its original state.

Qin Han stood on the edge of the cliff, took one last look at the land where this classic was born, and then turned and got into a black Rolls-Royce.

Tonight, the two Luo brothers are hosting a banquet at their estate in Tai Tam Bay to bid farewell to Qin Han and Bruce Lee, who are about to return to the United States.

The car slowly drove into the manor along the winding mountain road.

"Mr. Qin, it's been a few days. How are you feeling?" Luo Decheng greeted him as soon as he got out of the car.

The future Chief Executive of the Executive Council wore a loose-fitting Chinese Tang suit today, showing less of his sharpness in officialdom and more of the composure of a young master.

"Young Master Luo, you're too kind." Qin Han smiled and shook hands with him. "I should thank the Luo family for lending us this auspicious location for filming."

"Not at all, we're all family, it's nothing." Luo Decheng stepped forward and put his arm around Bruce Lee's shoulder: "The family dinner is ready, please come in."

There are no outsiders at today's banquet; only the two Luo brothers, Qin Han, and Bruce Lee are present.

After a few rounds of drinks, Luo Decheng put down his ivory chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, swirled it gently, and said, "Mr. Qin, I have some news that I think you might be interested in. It concerns our dear Chief Superintendent, Ge Bai."

As Qin Han cut his steak, he asked with a smile, "Oh? How is he?"

"After his arrest, he attempted to apply for a special exemption for foreign civil servants using his identity," hoping to flee back to the UK with his remaining savings.

Luo Decheng took a sip of red wine, a hint of mockery on his lips: "Unfortunately, his application was withheld at the Governor's residence. London sent a telegram directly demanding a thorough investigation of him."

"Now, he and his good partner 'Crippled Ho' have become the new tenants of Stanley Prison."

"The court has given them very harsh sentences," Rod Howe couldn't help but interject, a smile playing on his lips. "They won't be out for at least thirty years this time."

"Thirty years?" Bruce Lee exclaimed. "By the time they come out, it will already be the new millennium."

"Get out? Whether he can even get out alive is a question." Luo Decheng sneered, "These two have too many enemies outside, and even inside, there are plenty of people who hate them. Their lives are basically over."

Qin Han picked up his teacup and toasted Luo Decheng, saying, "Evil people will be punished by Heaven. This can be considered as ridding Hong Kong of two scourges."

"That's right, a toast to the bright and clear world of Hong Kong." Young Master Luo raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against his.

Two names that once held immense power have simply vanished with the wind.

Setting down his cup, Qin Han steered the conversation toward their recent troubles: "Mr. Luo, your brother's problem is now completely resolved. But we've recently encountered some new problems."

"Oh? There's a problem that Mr. Qin can't solve on his own? Tell me about it."

"A Japanese company has recently been causing some trouble on our set," Qin Han said in a deep voice. "They've been putting drugs in the herbal tea they deliver, plotting something sinister. I've already arranged for people to investigate their overt activities. But—"

"With Limpy Ho down, Hong Kong's triads will definitely be in chaos." He stared at Lo Tak-shing and asked seriously, "If I want to find someone to investigate this Japanese company right now, who would be the most suitable person to contact?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Decheng put down his wine glass and pulled out a cigar from his pocket: "With Limpy Ho gone, the forces he once suppressed are all stirring. Kowloon is indeed in a mess right now."

He lit a cigar and took a deep drag: "However, troubled times produce heroes. I'd like to recommend a new friend to you. You two will definitely get along well when you meet."

The following day, Kowloon, Yau Ma Tei.

Unlike the dark and gloomy environment of Kowloon Walled City, this is a bright office building.

Instead of the tattooed henchmen at the entrance, there were two young men in suits and sunglasses.

As Qin Han and his companion reached the door, one of the young men stepped forward and stopped them, saying, "Gentlemen, this is a private office space. Do you have an appointment?"

"Please inform him." Qin Han handed over a business card: "Qin Han, accompanied by my master Bruce Lee, has come to visit Mr. Xiang Qian."

Upon hearing the name "Bruce Lee," the young man quickly removed his sunglasses, carefully examined the two men, and immediately beamed, "So it's Mr. Lee! Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform him right away!"

Less than two minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

"Oh my! What a rare guest!" A middle-aged man who looked refined walked out quickly.

"My name is Xiang Huayan. I have long admired Mr. Li's name!" He extended his hand warmly and shook hands with Bruce Lee.

Behind him followed a young man in his early twenties, lean and handsome, who seemed even more excited. Qin Han recognized the fanatical look in his eyes all too well—he was clearly a die-hard fan of his master.

"I am Xiang Huaqiang!" The young man bowed to Bruce Lee. "Mr. Lee, your 'Fist of Fury'..."

I've watched it at least ten times!

"You two are too kind," Bruce Lee said with a smile in return.

"Father is already waiting upstairs. Please come upstairs, gentlemen!" Xiang Huayan led the way, and the group arrived at a large office on the second floor.

Pushing open the door, Qin Han felt that the interior furnishings made him think that this was a legitimate company.

A powerful calligraphy scroll hangs in the entryway, and the bookshelves are filled with antique porcelain and vases.

Behind the desk, an elderly man in a long gown was wielding his brush and ink.

Hearing the noise, he put down his brush and looked up.

It was a weathered face, covered with wrinkles of varying depths, but its eyes were exceptionally bright, exuding an imposing and authoritative aura.

This is Xiang Qian.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Qin, it is an honor to have you grace our humble abode." He walked around the desk and came forward to shake hands with the two men one by one.

"Mr. Xiang, you flatter us." Qin Han stepped forward. "We apologize for disturbing you."

After the guests and hosts were seated, Xiang Huaqiang personally served two cups of tea.

He picked up a teacup from the front of his head: "This tea is Dong Ding Oolong that I brought back from Taiwan. Please have a taste."

Qin Han took a sip of the tea and praised with a smile, "The aroma is delicate and the aftertaste is lingering. It's a fine tea."

"Haha, I knew you'd like that." Xiang Qian put down his teacup. "I wonder why you two have come today—"

In the past two days, there has been a lot of talk in Hong Kong that the downfall of Limpy Ho was all thanks to this young man.

However, no matter how you look at it, this cheerful young man seems like a respectable businessman.

Xiang Qian had watched Qin Han's ring broadcast and knew that he was a Hollywood film producer. How could such a talented young man take the initiative to come to him?

"Since Mr. Xiang has asked, I won't beat around the bush." ​​Qin Han put down his teacup and got straight to the point: "Actually, the reason I came here today is to ask Mr. Xiang to help me investigate a Japanese company: Yamato Foods."

"Yamato Foods?" Xiang Qian racked his brains, but he didn't seem to have heard of the name before.

"That's right." Qin Han nodded. "This company hasn't been in Hong Kong for long. On the surface, it's a legitimate trading company. However, they added something to the herbal tea they sent to our film set."

"What?!" Xiang Huayan, standing to the side, was so surprised his jaw almost dropped. "They added something? Have they gone mad?"

"It's not that exaggerated!" Bruce Lee knew he had misunderstood, and explained, "You can think of it as them trying to drug us. As for why, we are still investigating."

Xiang Qian nodded slightly: "The Japanese have always been very low-key in their dealings in Hong Kong. Unlike Limpy Ho, they don't flaunt their wealth; they usually stay behind the scenes, providing the funding while letting the locals handle things."

"However—as long as they are in Hong Kong, I will definitely be able to find out."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Xiang." Qin Han bowed in gratitude, "We, master and disciple, will remember this favor."

"Mr. Qin, you're too kind." Xiang Qian waved his hand and looked at his youngest son beside him: "Actually, the reason I agreed so readily is because I have a favor to ask."

Qin Han understood immediately and his gaze fell on the young man who had been sitting upright: at this moment, he was just a young man who was just starting out and full of longing for movies.

"Mr. Xiang, you want to talk about your son, right?" He teased, meeting the old man's gaze.

"Exactly." Xiang Qian sighed, "But now, times have truly changed!"

"I don't want this kid to follow in my footsteps. He's loved martial arts since he was little, and he loves watching movies even more. I've heard that Mr. Qin's company is doing very well in Hollywood, and he's also a top student of Bruce Lee—"

Xiang Huaqiang finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up and said to Qin Han and Bruce Lee, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Lee, I want to make movies! I want to be like Mr. Lee, to show the might of the Chinese people on the silver screen!"

Looking at this spirited young man, Bruce Lee was reminded of his own past and felt a pang of sadness.

"You want to make movies?" The young man was sized up. "Have you trained?"

"I practiced Hung Kuen for a few years and also learned a little Choy Li Fut," he quickly replied.

"Nice physique, and your eyesight is sharp enough." Bruce Lee turned to Qin Han: "Han, what do you think?"

There's no reason not to do this business.

"Brother Xiang is indeed very handsome." He deliberately avoided the topic of acting: "Once the matter with the Japanese is clarified, Brother Xiang can contact us at any time if he is interested."

"If you want to be a filmmaker, you don't necessarily have to start as an actor. We can talk about producing, distributing, or even investing."